"When our depravity meets His divinity, it is a beautiful collision."

Perhaps a big bang did occur. When the sins of the world were once and for all defeated on that rugged tree. When good and evil did battle, with good previaling in a landslide victory. When Satan had his brow beaten in, casting him to the Smackdown Hotel. A glorious and momentous collision.

Small skirmishes still arise. But everytime someone chooses to turn to the Father and deny their weak human-ness, little big bangs are still happening all around us. The fact is that when our lives join intersect with what God has planned for us, sparks fly. Mountains tremble. Children dance. Events we had originally scoffed at, labelling as impossible, suddenly occur.

Praise God. The victory has already been won.

Come and listen.
Come to the water's edge
all you who are thirsty,
Come.

Let me tell you what He has done for me,
He has done for you,
He has done for us.

Praise our God for He is good.
He is good.
He has done for me.
He has done for you.
He has done for us.

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Pictures and Links! That's just what happens when I get too lazy to post for real.

Wind did this to the rental car and free tibet. I missed many other great picture opportunities. Lesson learned. Always carry camera in bag. Always. You never know when the wind is gonna blow so hard that pigs actually fly.



"You could abort every black baby in this country, and your crime rate would go down."

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I've got to say, it was a little awkward. Having you come back around after being gone for over a year.

But all it took was the drop of a puck. Or 15 of them for that matter.

And then it was on. Like you had never left.

If the NHL Logo were a person, I would give it a hug.

My loyalties no longer lie with one team. Instead, I will cheer my silly heart out for a shootout night in, night out. Even if it trivializes the fact that hockey is supposedly a "team sport".

Speaking of sports, let's just end with this. Thank you Jeffrey. This made my night. Oh and Jeffrey, all the girls at Queens are in love with you and your beautiful hair. Player :)

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Health nuts are driving me ... nuts. Can you taste the irony? Not yet? That's okay, we'll just throw a few more mg of iron into the next batch groceries you buy. Throw in extra fibre just for kicks as well. You know. Cuz its good for you.

My mother packed lunches for me back in the day. I would have a sandwich every day of the week. On whole-wheat bread. And for dinner, I would have rice. Except the rice would be pink because there was an extra additive that would make it wonderfully healthy.

So when I'm up here making food for myself, I tend to shy away from the healthy side of life. I like my bread like I like my winters...white. So when I found out that my very own white bread was being SPIKED, I nearly choked to death on the lollipop I was eating for dinner (when I said 'shy away from the healthy side of life', I was really being modest)

Then, to top it all off, I come across this:


Hey! Whole Grain! Yeah, I'm talkin to you! You don't think I've noticed you invading my breakfast cereals with your graininess? Turning my sacred sugary snacks into semi-healthy meals? You and your sneaky tactics need to STAY AWAY from my Chips Ahoy.

Your intention of making Chips Ahoy healthier while admirable, is NOT appreciated. I'm not eating Chips Ahoy for my daily ingestion of fibre or whatever. I simply eat Chips Ahoy when I want to wash down some horrible whole wheat bread, or maybe forget about the new Lindsay Lohan song...or maybe for something to throw at the TV when the new Lindsay Lohan music video comes on.

I need to calm down. Somebody get me a lollipop. Or a chocolate bar. A STOLEN chocolate bar (don't worry, I didn't steal anything...for real)

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Actually today wasn't all that brutal. 4 for 4 in terms of Monday morning prayer meetings. Beating a pro star basketball player in a cheap game of twenty-one. One greasy poutene that litterally slid all the way through my system.

But when Mike came home with a bag of Taco Bell, I immediately wished that I could have some Taco Bell. And when he let me munch on the reminants of the fries, I really badly quiero me some Taco Bell (I know that I didn't use the word quiero right, but here at ButtUgNoraa's (BUN)...we just don't care)

Now, you may be asking yourself why I just don't get off my lazy butt and walk myself down to Taco Bell and get my own Tacos?

Well, cuz first of all the walk would technically be a "walk up"...and the walk would be more like a hike of epic proportions. Leading me to suddenly drop my yearning for Taco Bell and suddenly develop a craving for a car.

Disregarding the fact that mommy/daddy already said "HAHAHA...oh you seriously wanted the car? Then the answer is no." I can't have no car up here. Why? Because I can't afford no gas.

Say it with me.

"We can't afford no gas."

Say it!

"WE CANT AFFORD NO GAS."

So we aint drivin.

I ended up getting free dinner courtesy of Proctor and Gamble. Good times.

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Staring out into the wonderful night shoreline that Kingston is a proud home of.



Staring straight ahead at the lights. Some are ever-glowing, illuminating a small radius of rocks around them. Pathces of darkness engulf the lights from all directions. Some lights are of the lighthouse variety, flashing on and off. Their frequencies differed. As did their color, and because of the varying distances, so did their prominence. They seemed eerily right.

Staring up at the stars. A couple flashes of brilliance, but always incredibly breath-taking, and never fading.



Staring behind me at an enormous crane. From which a burden once hung.



Staring straight down at my feet hovering above pitch-dark waters. As if I were dangling my feet precariously over the edge of a cliff. The only certainty being the beam I was perched on. An inch forward would be an unforgiving and unnecessary belly-flop into pollution filled waters.

Why is it that when presented with such an unfailing path, that I continue to stray?

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So as if Thursday nights werent' crowded enough, what with super-man Clark Kent competing with super-spy Sydney Bristow for my time, I get the choice to attend Thursday Night Tutorials!

Now the old me would probably have laughed at the thought of having anything to do on Thursday night besides re-acquainting myself with the TV. But the new and improved me has so far made it to 2 out of the 2 tutorials. I've overcome adversity, I've overcome harsh weather, I've overcome friends telling me to "go home and watch tv". So go on, be proud of me. Go on now.

Once you get to one of these night time tutorials, you just know that the poor TA doesn't really want to be there. In fact, I would go so far as to suggest that they want to be there LESS than the students. Because keener students like me go to these tutorials in hopes of gaining valuable insight/hints on how to do assignments. Only to be sorely disappointed.

Except last Thursday night I was not disappointed. I finally have proof that the TA's hate tutorials just as much as students. Look no further, here it is...the proof:



Now, you may be thinking, dude, it's 1:50AM, SATURDAY...aren't we a little behind on this post? And to you I say, good observation. I'm glad you can tell time. Proof 2 that TA's hate tutorials, they don't necessarily go home and post the slides right away...they may sometimes take until Friday night/Saturday morning to post the slides so that avid bloggers like me look like idiots posting about events two days ago, with a couple posts in between.

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